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Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Seolhyun barely moved out of her spot in bed; she'd been too distraught to do anything. Her eyes were fixated on the window, watching the remaining bits of snow fall down, hitting the city-goers on the streets below. Her hand jolted towards a white iPhone, tapping away furiously at the screen. Her nose crinkled up, as the messages sent.
[ sms to → bubba ] i need you
[ sms to → bubba ] are you busy?
[ sms to → bubba ] bring all your liquor and food asap
Within ten minutes, the doorbell rang, signalling that Taehyung was finally at her place. Her feet hit the ground, hands reaching for one of Mark's sweaters to slip over her head. A soft yawn escaped her lips as the door open, revealing a panting Taehyung, with a handful of booze and food.
"What's wrong, princess?" shuffling inside, he headed to the kitchen, placing all the items on the counter before grabbing two shot glasses. Taking a deep breath, he glanced up at his friend, "I swear if it's Mark I'm going to--"
Her hand shot up, signalling for him to quiet down. Opening a bottle of Ciroc, the two clear glasses were quickly filled with the substance; her fingertips tapping on the glass. "Drink. I'll tell you why I'm like this later." The pair clinked glasses before downing their first shot.
It went on like this for several minutes, both of them were now on the ground, laughing their heads off. Taehyung hand tried to lift his foot over his head, resulting in nearly split jeans. Seolhyun found herself caressing a long pillow, as if it was a puppy.
The male sat up, pulling his lips back so that his teeth were showing, started to speak in strange accent, mixing the Seoul and Daegu dialect together. "Tell me how pretty I lookuhhhhh, aeyoooo!" Her hand flew up, hitting him, half-accidentally. His face drooped, hands flailing. "Princess, s'was rong, you faecu?"
Her brows furrowed together, nibbling on a chip, "I have case of serus cee bee eff. chronic beeeeoootch faecu." Falling back, a small giggle came from her lips, her feet kicking the air.
"Waaae, am we drinkin?"
"I ate da nuteller! ALLLLL OF IT! No mo, no mooooo yo. Makeu ma da sad."
